Thank you, Anne, for your list of gifts, which included this little treasure:
I think you already knew I was going to take it to the next level:
Quack! the Herald Angels Si-ing,
Glory to the just-hatched King!
Beaks on earth, and feathers wild,
God and swimmers reconciled . . .
Take it away, punny friends, in the comments . . .
Texan New Yorker 
Thursday, 11 December 2008 at 11:41 am
Savior Duckie, You’re my Lord!
By the shepherds you’re adored!
Savior Duckie I’m especially fond of you.
You’re the best of bathroom toys!
You produce a joyful noise!
Savior Duckie I’m especially fond of you.
Thursday, 11 December 2008 at 1:27 pm
Oh my. I can’t decide whether to laugh or pray for your soul…
Tuesday, 16 December 2008 at 1:15 am
“God and swimmers reconciled” is particularly brilliant.
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“Squeak,” it told me,
“Squeak-quack-a-quack-squeak.”
I squeezed repeatedly
(squeak-quack-a-quack-squeak).
I think it sprang a leak
(squeak-quack-a-quack-squeak):
squirted me through its beak,
(squeak-quack-a-quack-squeak,
quack-a-quack-squeak,
quack-a-quack-wheeze).
I tweaked its leaky cheek
(squeak-quack-a-quack-squeak)
which caused it to speak:
“This humble Chwistian plastic,
quack-a-quack squeak;
God’s miwacle fantastic
quack-a-quack squeak;
I speakses when you squeezes,
quack-a-quack squeak;
a duckling dwessed like Jesus,
quack-a-quack squeak
quack-a-quack squeak
quack-a-quack honk.”
I asked, “Whom do you seek,
squeak quack-a-quack squeak?”
It just said, “Squeak.”
Wednesday, 17 December 2008 at 4:18 pm
LOL!!!